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Monday. I have a case of them.
Jul. 16th, 2012 05:36 pmI woke up this morning filled with a nice healthy dose of dread and ennui. Great regret about my entire life and all that dreary jazz. I added to it by looking for some rain boots. I have been looking in shops in the greater area and if they were in my size they didn't fit my calves. If they likely fit my calves they didn't fit my foot. Then I began to look around online. (I have long/wide feet -especially by UK standards and my calves aren't terribly slim.) It was a slog to find something. I did find something but it was slightly more than I had anticipated on spending. I mentioned it to Mr. Jenner and he didn't get what the big deal was. It was difficult to explain "According to the culture I am a fattymcfatfat Mclongfeet who is not worthy of anything that fits or is attractive and if I think I am, I am going to be charged more." He still didn't quite get it and made a slightly ignorant comment. I thought about murdering him but I had errands to run. (also to be fair he didn't realize I have been looking for over a month for something, so that by the time I was wallowing in a fancy hot tub of self-loathing.)
Eventually I ordered some boots. They better fucking be awesome.
My Father inlaw stopped by with stuff for us. (some things from his Mother's house that my brother inlaw brought back after being at a music festival.) He had not seen the house yet and offered a few useful thoughts on dealing with assorted quirks. Here is an amusing thing about the shower room off of our bedroom, the damn thing has now outlets. Not a single one. Not even one for shaving. NOTHING. (also it lacks a mirror.) I am seeing all these details in this house that makes me pause and say, "now why did you do that?" The sloping walls upstairs bring up the reality that I bump into a lot of things.
We visited the school the kids will be attending in the Fall. It is a teeny tiny little school. It is also very good and people in the surrounding area would step over their grandmother to attend it. Technically they are full up BUT as we are in the encatchment area, we can send the kids there. We just have to nag the county a little bit about it. "Listen up, they said we could attend, now get on it." As for the school, there are two grades in each class. I was impressed with how much room there was and things were kind of open. Lots of rooms open to other rooms. There were kids doing different things and they weren't just sitting at a desk. What really won me over was checking out the class Senor Onion would be in. There was a kid who was just too overwhelmed and didn't want any distractions and wanted to quietly work on something else and he was happily working on something in another room all by himself. It was seen as perfectly all right. The teacher seems to understand the introverts. (I also noticed that each class had a teacher AND an assistant. We also checked out the preschool which Miss Biscuit took an immediate liking to. Within in seconds she was pretending to serve tea to the head teacher. Okay then. The teachers there were talking about how this year the class was really big on role-playing. I noticed a number of kids in dress-up and most of them were doing some fairly complicated imaginary play on their own. And once again, the quiet/shy/introverted kid was off to one side doing their own thing. The over-all tone of the school was rather friendly and I saw a great deal of books, art, and color all around the place. They even have a wind turbine and solar panels. Isn't this place just too too much? Even the school food is precious. I think I may have to start buying Boden if my kids go here. *snorts*
Anyhow...
THEN because I hadn't had an anxiety attack today I went and drove all the way to Bude on my own. Sure it was raining like mad and the fog was so heavy that the visibility was something like ten feet and the roads scare the ever living fuck out of me but we needed milk and gas for the car. I took care of errands. I navigated a fucking round-about all on my own, and no one screamed. I treated myself to a biscuit.
Now let's have omelets for dinner and admire the new rug that showed up today. Also the fog is finally lifting. Things aren't so bad. I need to remember that it is okay to be fragile for a little bit.
Eventually I ordered some boots. They better fucking be awesome.
My Father inlaw stopped by with stuff for us. (some things from his Mother's house that my brother inlaw brought back after being at a music festival.) He had not seen the house yet and offered a few useful thoughts on dealing with assorted quirks. Here is an amusing thing about the shower room off of our bedroom, the damn thing has now outlets. Not a single one. Not even one for shaving. NOTHING. (also it lacks a mirror.) I am seeing all these details in this house that makes me pause and say, "now why did you do that?" The sloping walls upstairs bring up the reality that I bump into a lot of things.
We visited the school the kids will be attending in the Fall. It is a teeny tiny little school. It is also very good and people in the surrounding area would step over their grandmother to attend it. Technically they are full up BUT as we are in the encatchment area, we can send the kids there. We just have to nag the county a little bit about it. "Listen up, they said we could attend, now get on it." As for the school, there are two grades in each class. I was impressed with how much room there was and things were kind of open. Lots of rooms open to other rooms. There were kids doing different things and they weren't just sitting at a desk. What really won me over was checking out the class Senor Onion would be in. There was a kid who was just too overwhelmed and didn't want any distractions and wanted to quietly work on something else and he was happily working on something in another room all by himself. It was seen as perfectly all right. The teacher seems to understand the introverts. (I also noticed that each class had a teacher AND an assistant. We also checked out the preschool which Miss Biscuit took an immediate liking to. Within in seconds she was pretending to serve tea to the head teacher. Okay then. The teachers there were talking about how this year the class was really big on role-playing. I noticed a number of kids in dress-up and most of them were doing some fairly complicated imaginary play on their own. And once again, the quiet/shy/introverted kid was off to one side doing their own thing. The over-all tone of the school was rather friendly and I saw a great deal of books, art, and color all around the place. They even have a wind turbine and solar panels. Isn't this place just too too much? Even the school food is precious. I think I may have to start buying Boden if my kids go here. *snorts*
Anyhow...
THEN because I hadn't had an anxiety attack today I went and drove all the way to Bude on my own. Sure it was raining like mad and the fog was so heavy that the visibility was something like ten feet and the roads scare the ever living fuck out of me but we needed milk and gas for the car. I took care of errands. I navigated a fucking round-about all on my own, and no one screamed. I treated myself to a biscuit.
Now let's have omelets for dinner and admire the new rug that showed up today. Also the fog is finally lifting. Things aren't so bad. I need to remember that it is okay to be fragile for a little bit.
